A blasphemous ritual goes awry, and in the wake of the destruction of the Conclave, a Hunter Ascended steps from the ashes. Starts as a "Playthrough" fic, but departs DA:I canon after the prologue ends.

[Pending Title] Non-chronological drabble series concerning the Hunter in his journey slaying men and beasts alike. The imminent war, the Breach, demons, none of it really matters to him because it's the Night of the Hunt.

A Little something I thought can be quite cool...

There was no denying that. He had failed to wake up by his own weakness. It was he how had refused to stop living in this nightmare. He just couldn't contemplate the idea of dying. To let Gehrman kill him would be against the his code. Refusing to die and choosing to die in the end. So here he was in this land called Thedas and at the Centre of it as the Herald of Andraste.